You held the setting sun in your hand, boy.
We basked ourselves under the sun rays of the sunset.
Do you remember I told you we would go catch sunrise 1 day?
You always gave chase after me.
Where are you now...
I know you won't be chasing so I turned around and chase after you but you keep running away from me.
I can't reach you.
Sometimes, I would smile uncontrollably and then cry the next moment for when I thought of you, I felt that it was just a memory, a fragment of a dream that can never happen again...
memories that have turned into longing.
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